Just Relax

Cold arms wrap around my waist and lips meet my cheek, this small gesture tells me exactly who's in my room behind me. "Loki," I gasp, brown eyes widening in worry. Anyone could walk into my room right now and find him. He turns me to face him, mischief shining in his emerald eyes. He covers my lips with his own. Immediately, my fingers tangle in his hair out of pure instinct. Moaning as he deepens the kiss, I allow him to lay me down on my bed.

"Relax, my dear," he whispers before gently biting my earlobe," no one will disturb us." His lips travel down my neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake and I can't help but to close my eyes in pleasure. Before I know it, he's settled himself between my legs. His breath is cold against my overheated skin, causing another moan to escape as I try to fight to regain control.

One of his cold hands travel under my tank top and to my bra-clad breast, squeezing slightly. My hands fist the sheets as I writhe beneath him—the God of Mischief. His lips are over mine again, tongue fighting with my own for dominance. I hated that Loki could make me like this so easily. With just a simple kiss.